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having few or singular parts something with a ubiquity because of the nature of its wholeness that can blanket that which is complex or transcend barriers of niche and specificity  to say the same thing but translate it into todays language. to make something simple which can be the most difficult task --- the cardinal in derek jarman's caravaggio  if we want to pursue all of our dreams we must be willing to do it inside of the constraints of reality, alongside what the world, social / spiritual / conscious but also ecological / biological / physical, is asking. i say asking because there is always a choice to hear and heed. if reality or the people attempting to amplify and vocalize it had a way of giving no choice that would have been exercised long ago.  but an essential part of reality is that no matter how small it may seem, there is always a choice.  somewhere along the lines dreams became equivalent to complete lack of boundaries, uninhibited by rules of any nature including

X   the end of all idols and idolatry this is the thing, you are the god. i am the god. we are all the gods we have been looking for.  it is right there in the space between everything we think will get us there. gods are hiding in spaces but when you say hiding it  implies they do not want to be found this is not so we are simply not looking and by not looking i mean not taking  the time to be there the whole time       who will my new gods be? when i forsake the ones here now we were never getting along anyhow god of love isnt that what they claim that one to be now? funny way of expressing it funny way of emulating it god of love that creates force god of love born from collision that takes two  to make a connection  do we still have to leave room between no not for this god this god is the connection this god dies in the space god of walking god of this year being the one where i make my legs mine god of always making time of peeling back every moment to reveal it was made of more

  empty place consecrate   empty place you anoint    the empty place (you anoint)   the place that was empty that you anointed consecrated took the oil  to and from   found and left better and worse than before you were ever there   it sat thick as it  ever tasted clear as it ever concealed   you asked it to  let you come in you put your thumb in little glass pitcher coming out slick clear as oil is clear which is the clarity of anything:   just as you see it stretches and warps and you come to know the viscus between you and what you see   you see, see the viscous sea between you me between you me my legs the sea the sea between my legs the sea between you me the viscous sea you see between my legs you see me sea you  between you me   where you point where it seems  nothing can be because everything already is us   is the empty anointed

here is what i am not doing anymore here her her here here here here i an not curving my finger like the spine of my sign to hook around this problem tenderly hook and hold no no no like that one you love so much that mechanized fin i am taking that finger  and going straight in like the arrow of my sign this was always a sting operation anyway through  to  the pith the seed out the other side  of the flesh straight through the center make you leak like your injection into my  eyeball makes me weep   you take my plasma  for rocket fuel and sell it back to me as my morning coffee   youll go up there to lasso another star for your  banner   as a master orb  maker     you want me to  sooth  say away all your fears about your own  interiors   smooth away the sagging sopping mirrors    collect my ancient tears  in tubes to find your future stretch this elastic band width of your conscience  up through the ozone   these walls have holes that for our glory to be sure your hands push from behi